Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The eastern frontier of the empire was full of terrible wars. In the north, the mighty army fleet vented the imperial black anger towards every seaport and every fisherman in Cilicia, regardless of whether the opponent was a half-human, half-devil hybrid, or had to confuse the snake. Elf civilians. The flames mixed with thick smoke, tumbling, twisting, roaring, and rushing into the high sky.

In the south, two huge legions that add up to hundreds of thousands, at the junction of Sinai Peninsula and Egypt, step on the yellow sand that has long been wet with blood, screaming for fierce battles, ruthless sword blades, cutting flesh and blood with metal protection, The terrifying Austrian law instantly turned dozens of lives into unrecognizable coke residues.

Dozens of blue dragons inhabiting the Arabian desert, deep dragons living in the gloomy regions, do not want to fight the same powerful distant relatives in a mortal war until you die or die, so they have a tacit understanding of their own blood basins. , At the same time aiming at the enemy soldiers, pouring down the surging thunder storm, and the acid wave that obscured the sky.

The terrifying war, like a grindstone of flesh and blood, gradually crushed the soldiers on both sides into flesh and blood dust.

And in the central part of Pakistan, the owner of the third Cyrenaica regiment, Phoenician’s purple phoenix, personally led ten legions, a full 100,000 professional soldiers, and with the help of more auxiliary legions, they rushed out. With the new Tusbrazhen, and the green tide formed by dozens of blood axe gangs, the second massive and terrible battle was launched!

In the Second Persian Empire, there were also hundreds of thousands of green-skinned orphans, riding desert war horses, riding skuggs, and even some large desert wolves. They were embroidered with blood-stained battle axes. The flag, lined up in a neat and orderly queue, is steadily advancing under the leadership of the last legendary WARBOSS.

In the yellow sand in the sky, the rectification is slow, but the heavy infantry, wearing full-body chain armor, and even double iron armor, hold high six hundred sacred eagle flags that symbolize legions, battle camps, and centuries, as well as tens of thousands of flying in the wind. His blood-colored cloak, like a bunch of scarlet flames, appeared at the other end of the desert. Accompanied by the impassioned empire war hymn, he took a tidy step that made the sky tremble with the yellow sand!

The First Parthian Legion.

The first Portia Legion.

The first Illyrian regiment.

The Second Issulian Legion.

Third Isulia.

Fourth Matthias Regiment.

Fourth Parthian Legion.

Tenth Strait Regiment.

Fifteenth Apollo Regiment.

The Sixteenth Loyal Felavi Army Corps.

The scarlet banner covered the sky, and the sacred battle roar rushed into the sky.

Except for the Third Gaul Legion, which was directly maimed by Sassanid Persian at the beginning of the war, all ten legions participated in this terrible battle. The heavy infantry with the iron-plated tower shield and the sharp spears formed a huge hollow circle, connected end to end. Inside the array, there are a large number of auxiliary personnel responsible for various logistics and medical treatment, as well as a large number of arrows. reserve.

The heavy-armored crossbowmen from various legions, the Orion from Syria, and the light infantry from Palestine all stayed inside the ring, raising their longbows and heavy crossbows high.

"WAAAGH!!!"

Looking at the mighty red army in front of them, the green-skinned orcs who could not wait for the war opened their throats and burst out loud roars! Thirty thousand green-skinned boys riding war horses, skuggs, only equipped with leather armor, or naked upper bodies, are like a doomsday green tide covering the sky, raising yellow sand in the sky, and attacking from a distance. Come!

And beside them, there are five times as many goblins as the greenskins, these weak and cruel, poor things, riding hyenas and wolves, laughing crazy! Every grain of sand on the ground trembled slightly when hundreds of thousands of horseshoes and animal claws slap the ground together.

The riders of the blood axe clamped their legs and commanded the mount to move forward at full speed. At the same time, they opened the delicate compound short bows with their hands, accompanied by bursts of terrifying and terrifying sounds like lightning and thunder. Thousands of iron feather arrows, like two huge black waves, rushed into the high sky, and swept directly toward the Roman legion!

The terrifying and terrifying sound of the sharp arrow broke into one piece, just like a banshee on the gloomy sky, sending out a terrible scream of heart-piercing!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!!!"

Under the command of the battle commander in the middle, Forgrim, the legionary infantry formed a tortoise formation. Soldiers in the first row joined the tower shield embroidered with the legion totem and the PX church imprint together. They were tightly connected, like a blood-colored city wall, with no gaps exposed, defending against the direct-shot feather arrows.

The soldiers in the back row raised their shields high to defend against the sharp arrows falling from the top of their heads. From a distance, it looked like scarlet turtle shells embroidered with golden totems. Accompanied by the harsh sound of metal rubbing against each other, thousands of arrows clustered on the iron-plated shield surface, rubbing a string of shrill sparks.

"Fire!!!"

In the tortoise shell formation, the well-trained heavy-armored crossbowmen and conscript soldiers from all directions also used color to the outer green-skinned archers, and the heavy crossbow bolts shot out a wave of steel that obscured the sky. Howling, roaring, flying, and shooting at the blood axe archers, in the green-skinned battlefield, bursts of sorrowful blood-colored flowers, batches of green-skinned boys and goblins, just like weeds Generally, he fell off his horse and was trampled by other riding beasts into a pool of **** mud.

However, the blood axe orcs, and the number of goblins they have brought from the northern grasslands to the Mesopotamia, are already too many. These light cavalry are galloping on the battlefield at five times the speed of the infantry. On the outer three floors, the hollow circle formation of the Roman legion is impenetrable. Every second, there will be hundreds of thousands of nomadic cavalry, shooting out sharp arrows that cover the sky and the sun, continuously smashing at the slow-moving ones. The heavy armor of the infantry, lost all over the sky, like an extremely dense metal rainstorm, all fell on the solid shield.

The soldiers holding their shields for defense uttered painful shouts, and the rubbing sound of arrows hitting the shield surface even overshadowed the bard's singing of the Imperial War. Every time an arrow hits the shield, the terrible impact will make their arms numb. As time goes by, some soldiers can't even feel their red and swollen left arm.

And when they tried to relax their left arm under the extremely dense rain of arrows, and slightly trim, the neat and flawless tortoise shield wall, there would be instant omissions, dozens of sharp feather arrows, immediately whistling down from the sky, They scrambled to squeeze into the gap in the front line, and shot the soldiers inside into a **** sieve.

"Hold on! Soldiers! For the Empire! For Augustus! For the glory of the Third Cyrenaica Legion!!!"

Dressed in fine gold chain mail, fish scale heavy armor, beautiful shoulder armor and belt, and decorated with purple tassels, the handsome warrior encourages his brave warriors to fight **** battles. His armor is so unique, golden scales. Each piece of iron is painted with purple paint, and is painted with the totem of the Third Cyrenaica Legion: a phoenix on fire.

A gorgeous cloak made entirely of peacock tail feathers, woven with golden silk thread, is draped over his thin shoulders. The top of the helmet is inlaid with a double-headed eagle made of gold and two clusters of bright red helmets like blood. Ying, like the flame wings of this golden eagle, stretched out to the sides, burning wantonly in the strong wind.

And his fair-skinned, smooth and tender hands that didn't look like a soldier, tightly holding a two-handed sword burning the flames of hell, the metal war blade, in the burning of the dark magic fire, as if just taken out of the furnace. , Exuding high-temperature smoke, and blazing white light.

"We have fought dozens of battles with these orcs in more than a month! Did the wind blow their logistics supplies? Why are there so many arrows!!!"

While thinking about the logistics of these orcs, Forgrim furiously waved the long sword in his hand, commanding the soldiers under him to continue the **** fight. With the advantage of shooting range, the crossbowman hid in a position that the orcs could not reach, and shot rounds of deadly arrows against the fast-moving green-skin army.

A volley of Greenskin shots, and most of the arrows fell on the shield, only slowly depleting the soldiers' physical strength and will. However, every volley of the Legion's crossbowmen can make the goblin and Greenskin seem to be mixed. The grass fell down one after another.

After the archers on both sides shot at each other for dozens of minutes across the tortoise shell formation, the suffocating arrow rain of the Blood Axe clan finally sparsed, and it seemed that the arrows they carried were about to run out.

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh finally it's over, when the bows and arrows are used up, they will directly fight and kill! finally there is no need to hold back the defense here.

The soldier, who was so shocked that he could barely breathe, finally let out a long sigh of relief. They clenched the spear in their right hand, and as long as they waited for Zhanshuai's order, the tight tortoise formation would immediately turn into a spear phalanx that countered the charge.

However, at this moment, the war chief of the blood axe deliberately exposed a team of full-loaded camel cavalry to the enemy's eyes. In the blood-coagulated roar, a green-skinned monster lined up obediently. A neat queue, withdrawing from the battlefield in turns, replenishing ammunition in front of the Romans, and then, with other badly damaged teams, reorganized into a full-staggered centennial team, roaring, roaring, and howling again. Entered the battlefield.

The long war of attrition continued in the yellow sand, and the legion mage's eyes widened nervously-there are almost no mage in Green Skin, and there are few pitiful priests, unable to effectively counter his own magic. However, for hundreds of thousands of goblins and more than 20,000 green-skinned boys, it is stupid to consume a limited number of spell slots: those guys are just cannon fodder from the blood axe, and no amount of cannon fodder deserves to display a plastic-powered flame by themselves.

The dark rain of arrows obscured the sky, and the crazy roar resounded through the sky. The legion was struggling to support under the rain of arrows, and the casualties continued to increase with the passage of time. More and more wounded retreated to the back row to receive treatment from priests and druids.

The extremely powerful orc boy shoots a cluster of thick metal arrows, although the goblin can only use the sharpened branches as ammunition for the short bow. However, they used an unusually terrifying quantity to make up for the lack of single shot quality. Moreover, every sharpened branch has been soaked in the disgusting feces of these little things. If it weren’t for every ten commander and centurion commander of the legion to use healing toxins to get rid of the toxins in the soldiers’ body, the attrition would only get worse. serious.

"it's time."

Having been hiding in the distance, watching the occupied WARBOSS, the huge ugly hideous face showed a terrible smile. Next, is the essence of Parthian tactics: After the archers harassed and weakened the enemy's morale and physical strength, the heavy cavalry aimed at the enemy's weak points, and the decisive charge was the key to determining the victory.

"The glory is all in the hair!!!"

Under the leadership of WARBOSS, an army of big brothers, fully armed with Persian weapons and armor, launched an operation. There are 10,000 green-skinned men with a height of four meters, wearing double armor tailored for them, chain armor that droops to the knees, and scale armor that is as strong as the scales of a dragon. The big guy, turned into a metal giant.

There are also ferocious wild boars and super-large skuggs capable of carrying their terrible weight, weapons and equipment, all dressed in Persian scales! Like a metal curtain, from their backs, down to the yellow sand on the border of the empire, only a pair of cruel and bloodthirsty eyes were exposed. The man in harness, this terrifying cavalry, reflects the light of death in the sun.